“I wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world, which could not be very far away.” — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
“As I looked about me I felt that the grass was the country, as the water is the sea. The red of the grass made all the great prairie the colour of winestains, or of certain seaweeds when they are… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
